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MATTHEW GRIMSON SONGS

If you’re looking for Matthew you might have to squint
Go read the liners, he’s in the fine print
Outside the margins, he’s writing you one
Matthew Grimson

He was my friend we met back in the scene
I think it was ‘91, I was 16
Spooling a reel to record a tune
Nothing could shake his cocoon

He’s lost in his head, his world’s out of hand
It’s the century’s end, Brother, let’s start a band
Turn up your guitar, I’m singing along
To Matthew Grimson songs

Through the mid to late 90s me and Warren Auld
We’d pick up the phone every time Matthew called
With Warren on drums and me on the bass
In the old Hermit rehearsal space
At Cornwallis and Gottingen
Before the condominiums
And the new millennium
Erased our minds
When words weren’t cheap
And the world turned slow
And bad things would happen
And you’d never know
From our little corner he’d come out swinging
I still hear Matthew singing,
“Bambi is Free
You can’t blame it on me
You’ll have to fight it out with Walt Disney”

You don’t know how far he would go “For a Song”
“To Kill a Catholic” to “Leave the Light On”

“Buddy Your Killing Her” , “Revenge” and “Nadine”
“Breaking Up Drunk on New Years Eve”
“To Kill a Catholic”, “The Arms Dealers Blues”
“La la la la I’m not Listening to You”
1000 titles he could have opened a store
But “Matthew Doesn’t Live Here Anymore”

We’re lost in our heads
The world’s out of hand
It’s the century’s end, brother
Let’s start a band
Turn up your guitar
They’re singing along
To Matthew Grimson songs
To Matthew Grimson songs
To Matthew Grimson songs

And your words run through my brain
I’ll see you somewhere
Down the road again